Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

kitchen staff prepare something for you

It'll be ready soon.

on, Lyse!" Less than an hour later, the kitchen staff prepared an entire spread of

Alyssa sat in a wheelchair, two female helpers pushed

washed her up, groomed her,

face when

still sunken,

gaze was deep

around her

he held her tightly in his arms, a look of hatred

of

carried her carefully to

her on his lap and

that his straightened suit was

mobility is

at her tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces and

knew Jameson's patience was reserved for

lowered her

piece, she finished

faded, replaced by an

Jameson whispered, his fingers grazing her

in your

now." Alyssa shuddered when she thought about that drug

dared to be overly resistant against Jameson's idea of